Ninos Suppe

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Wow. No God. If mum had lied to me about God, had she also lied to me about Santa? Yes, of course, but who cares? The gifts kept coming. And so did the gifts of my new found atheism. The gifts of truth, science, nature. The real beauty of this world. I learned of evolution -– a theory so simple that only England’s greatest genius could have come up with it. Evolution of plants, animals and us –- with imagination, free will, love, humor. I no longer needed a reason for my existence, just a reason to live. And imagination, free will, love, humor, fun, music, sports, beer and pizza are all good enough reasons for living.

But living an honest life -– for that you need the truth. That’s the other thing I learned that day, that the truth, however shocking or uncomfortable, in the end leads to liberation and dignity.

So what does the question “Why don’t you believe in God?” really mean. I think when someone asks that they are really questioning their own belief. In a way they are asking “what makes you so special? “How come you weren’t brainwashed with the rest of us?” “How dare you say I’m a fool and I’m not going to heaven, f— you!” Let’s be honest, if one person believed in God he would be considered pretty strange. But because it’s a very popular view it’s accepted. And why is it such a popular view? That’s obvious. It’s an attractive proposition. Believe in me and live forever. Again if it was just a case of spirituality this would be fine.

“Do unto others…” is a good rule of thumb. I live by that. Forgiveness is probably the greatest virtue there is. But that’s exactly what it is -­‐ a virtue. Not just a Christian virtue. No one owns being good. I’m good. I just don’t believe I’ll be rewarded for it in heaven. My reward is here and now. It’s knowing that I try to do the right thing. That I lived a good life. And that’s where spirituality really lost its way. When it became a stick to beat people with. “Do this or you’ll burn in hell.”

You won’t burn in hell. But be nice anyway.

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Reposted from deepthought

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<lionel> ey ich muss dir was erzählen, du kennst doch frank meinen ehemaligen nachbarn?
<claudi> klar
<lionel> der ist doch vor ner weile in seine neue wohnung umgezogen
<claudi> jap
<lionel> jedenfalls hat der gestern abend endlich die lang erwartete Einweihungsparty gemacht
<lionel> und es war zimlich cool und wir waren alle zimlich dicht
<claudi> :D
<lionel> und dann is frank auf die idee gekommen uns seine wohung zu zeigen
<lionel> und er hat uns dann auch ins schlafzimmer geführt wo son rießiges chinesisches Gong-Dingsbumens stand
<lionel> und wir alle so: für was brauchste den sowas in deinem schlafzimmer
<lionel> und frank dann so: das ist eine sprechende uhr!
<lionel> wir denken uns natürlich alle na klar, wie besoffen bist du eigentlich
<lionel> naja er meint: komm ich beweiß es euch und haut voll auf das ding drauf.
<lionel> bis auf einen mega lauten gong passiert erstmal nix und wir schauen uns alle fragend an
<claudi> ?
<lionel> dann ertönt plötzlich aus der wohnung neben anein wütender schrei: es ist halb 4 uhr morgens du vollspaßt
<claudi> :D wie genial

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Reposted from waka

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Reposted from schottladen